LOGINAriannaThey had told me my father he was coming from the intercom.They said it calmly.Not in a way that sounded like a warning. But I was panicking.I could feel the burning sensation in my chest, something very heavy. Like a weight folding me under.The quiet became tighter.More deliberate.Like something important was about to walk through the door, and everything else had stepped back to make space for it.I was sitting up when the nurse left.That alone had taken effort.More than I wanted to admit.My body was improving, yes—but slowly, and not on my terms.Nothing about this recovery felt like mine.Aiden was near the window again. In his usual stance. Brooding.Of course he was.He had taken that spot like it belonged to him, like it gave him a view of everything that mattered.And maybe it did.He hadn’t said much since Q left.Neither had I.But the silence between us didn’t feel empty anymore.It felt like something waiting.A soft knock came.Not rushed.Not hesitant.A
AriannaLater that day The room didn’t settle after the necklace. If anything, it became harder to breathe in. Not physically. Just… mentally. Like something invisible had shifted, and none of us could pretend it hadn’t. Liam had left not long after the signal cut. Something about tracing endpoints. Something about “not letting it escalate.” Aiden didn’t explain. He never did when things got complicated. He just stayed. Closer than before. Watching more than before. Like the necklace had turned me from someone he needed to protect… Into something he needed to guard. That difference didn’t go unnoticed. I leaned back against the pillows, fingers brushing lightly against the necklace resting against my collarbone. It felt normal again. Too normal. Like it hadn’t just sent a signal to something unknown. “You’re thinking too much,” Aiden said. I didn’t look at him. “I’m wearing something that just told unknown systems I exist,” I replied. “Thinking feels appropriat
AriannaSleep didn’t come easily anymore. My eyes remained wide open.Not because of the pain.That part had settled into something manageable—dull, constant, ignorable if I focused hard enough on something else.But my mind…That was the problem.It refused to stay quiet.The house didn’t help either.It was too still.Too quiet. Everyone had left.Even at night, it felt like something was always watching—not in a threatening way, but in a way that reminded me I wasn’t alone even when I couldn’t see anyone.I woke before the sun fully rose.The room was dim, lit only by soft ambient lighting along the walls.For a moment, I didn’t move.Just listened.Nothing.No footsteps.No voices.Just silence.Then I turned my head slightly.Aiden was there.Of course he was.Sitting in the chair beside the bed, one arm resting loosely against the armrest, head slightly tilted back—not fully asleep, but not fully awake either.Even like that, he looked… composed. Very peaceful.He looked so tire
AriannaThe first thing I noticed when they moved me wasn’t the change in pain.It was the change in silence. No more hurried footsteps and endlessly sirens Hospitals had their own kind of quiet—controlled, mechanical, measured in beeps and footsteps and distant announcements.But Aiden’s house… Our house.This silence was different.It felt intentional.Like the walls had been built to swallow sound.Not to comfort.To contain.The car stopped before I fully processed the journey.I hadn’t even realized I’d been staring out the tinted window the entire time until the engine died and the world outside became still enough to feel real again.Liam stepped out first.Then two security men.Then the door beside me opened.Aiden.He didn’t say anything at first.He just looked at me.Like he was checking I was still in one piece.Like the last week hadn’t already answered that question.“You don’t have to carry me like last time,” I said quietly before he could speak.His eyes flicked to
AriannaThe silence after Liam left wasn’t empty.It was filled with beeping sounds from the machines I was hooked on.Like something had been placed into the room and sealed in without anyone telling us how to breathe around it.Aiden hadn’t moved.Neither had I.But something between us had.I couldn’t name it at first.It wasn’t trust.It wasn’t comfort.It was awareness.The kind that came after realizing you could no longer pretend you didn’t see what was in front of you.Aiden stood near the bed, one hand in his pocket, the other relaxed at his side—but nothing about him was truly relaxed.He looked like someone whose mind was already three steps ahead of the room he was standing in.Liam had left again shortly after Elena was taken out, muttering something about “confirming external movement.”That phrase had stayed in my head longer than I wanted it to.External movement.It sounded distant.But I was starting to understand that nothing about this situation was distant anymore
AriannaThe first thing I felt was weight.Not pain.Not fear.Just weight.Like my body had been pulled under something too deep to fight, and the world above it no longer reached me properly.Everything felt far away.Voices. Movement. Light.All of it existed, but none of it fully belonged to me yet.There was a steady sound cutting through the haze.Beep.Pause.Beep.Something rhythmic and mechanical, like the world had replaced my heartbeat with something less personal.My eyelids felt heavy when I tried to open them.Too heavy.But I forced them anyway.White ceiling.Too bright.Too clean.Hospital.My mind reached the conclusion before my body fully caught up.A soft pressure lingered in my side, dull but present. Not sharp anymore. Just… there, like a reminder that something had already happened and I had missed the worst of it.I blinked slowly.Shapes formed.Machines beside me.A monitor tracking something I didn’t have the strength to focus on.A chair near the bed.And
Arianna was looking forward to her eighteenth birthday and to be honest, it wasn't like she had a choice seeing as her ever so cozy Father and stepmother was hell bent on organizing what they had termed so callously as the "birthday party of the century". No doubts to marry her off!!! With prom
Mrs young and miss young remained frozen in place for a few seconds, the looks on their face revealed fear and shock which puzzled the revealed face of Mr young who has just walked in on them planning to ruin his daughter's life. Dad, sorry we didn't see you there, when did you arrive? I didn't h
Aiden couldn't stop brooding despite his poker face, the past few days had been a whirlwind, twirling twirling till his eyes churned and his veins looked like they were about to pop. What a hassle!!!!! Despite his resolve to stay clear of women and their trouble, fate had other plans for him an
Despite the cold air outside, the inside of the car remained uncomfortably warm. Not from the heater—Aiden had switched that off long ago—but from the tightening tension filling the small space. His collar clung to his neck, and he tugged at his tie for the tenth time, desperate to appear calm even







